Warren Buffett

(album: 1080 Trademark Records Presents: CEO Trayle - 2020)

(GMoney)

Ayy, lost a couple friends, lost some hoes, lost some family members
Told 'em don't watch me, boy, watch TV, don't change that channel, nigga
Coming down your chimney with some presents like Black Santa, nigga
Ayy, she thought she fucked C4, I let the family hit her
Ayy, I got a whole bottle of Percs to fight the damage in 'em
Ayy, if he just start getting shit for free, he got them scammers with him
Ayy, I don't need no bodyguard, big 40 Glock to handle niggas
Uh, we known for putting niggas on t-shirts, then light candles with 'em
Uh, Trayle was a bad kid, C4 tried to slam the sitter
Ayy, I leave some Kool-Aid on your shirt from one of my jammers, nigga
And my bitch gon' shoot with the nails, got her a hammer, nigga
Ayy, I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket, boy

Know a couple niggas that got some stains and went to the candlelight
Diss Guitar, he ain't tryna fight
C4 ten sticks of dynamite
I came up off that china white
He fucked a bitch that got a mite
I fucked a bitch that got me right
Knew he was broke, he sold the pipe
I'm not even gon' go, no, C4 don't got a show tonight
You know that he the realest ever, the family on his shoulders, right?
I tell all my niggas thank you, I give credit where you supposed to, right?
If you don't catch no fish how I be fishing, I still showed you, right?

Ayy, a nigga sneak diss on the kid, I tag his toe tonight
Lil' bro said he ain't taking no more L's, he brought his pole to fight
I'm smoking on some shit that got me talking to the poltergeist
C4 get topped, then kick the bitch outside, that boy is cold as ice
I take off on 12, give no fucks, nigga, I don't know no rights
They aim at they car, better duck, they pulled over twice
Say he was gon' do anything, whatever I told him, right?
Heard that boy said Big C4 had saved him, said he owed his life

Ayy, don't get to looking crazy, I'm gon' up it, I'm gon' up it
I ain't got nothing to pour that lean on, I'm gon' have to just Peach Crush it
I ain't been doing what I been doing to quit at the introduction
Heard these niggas looking for me, I'm like fuck it
Uh, chain on the outside of my clothes, but he won't touch it
And my players usually playing with they nose, how it get duckies, uh
Niggas used to just rapping, ain't no substance
Uh, 12 don't like these clutches
I'ma keep trapping 'til I'm rich as Warren Buffett

Know a couple niggas that got some stains and went to the candlelight
Diss Guitar, he ain't tryna fight
C4 ten sticks of dynamite
I came up off that china white
He fucked a bitch that got a mite
I fucked a bitch that got me right
Knew he was broke, he sold the pipe
I'm not even gon' go, no, C4 don't got a show tonight
You know that he the realest ever, the family on his shoulders, right?
I tell all my niggas thank you, I give credit where you supposed to, right?
If you don't catch no fish how I be fishing, I still showed you, right?

Ayy, don't get to looking crazy, I'm gon' up it, I'm gon' up it
I ain't got nothing to pour that lean on, I'm gon' have to just Peach Crush it
I ain't been doing what I been doing to quit at the introduction
Heard these niggas looking for me, I'm like fuck it
Uh, chain on the outside of my clothes, but he won't touch it
And my players usually playing with they nose, how it get duckies, uh
Niggas used to just rapping, ain't no substance
Uh, 12 don't like these clutches
I'ma keep trapping 'til I'm rich as Warren Buffett